boil

All I had on was a white cloak.

The Royal Deputy-Chief-Executioner made a long speech, he handed the microphone to the Royal Deputy-Chief Justice who read out a whole list of crimes that I had apparently committed. I did not understand a word, the language used was very old and forgotten. But they were all wearing such wonderful, shining and colourful clothing; all I had on was a white cloak and my daughter a black one.

Nobody in the huge crowd standing in the square understood either; but they clapped the speech and the list of crimes. One of the Royal Assistant-Deputy-Chief-Executioners handed me the microphone, another of Royal Assistant-Deputy-Chief-Executioners was sharpening the sword, the other Royal Assistant-Deputy-Chief-Executioners were holding my daughter and me.

I thanked the Royal Chief-Executioner and the Royal Chief Justice. It was most gracious of them to attend. Applause. I praised the speech of the Royal Deputy-Chief-Executioner and the crime list of the Royal Deputy-Chief Justice. Much applause. I had to say: I paean the Royal Deputy-Chief-Executioner and I paean the Royal Deputy-Chief Justice. More applause.

“I shall enjoy the next part of the ceremony. My name is Boyle – this is significant. The Royal Chief-Executioner, the Royal Chief Justice, the Royal Deputy-Chief-Executioner and the Royal Deputy-Chief Justice shall now boil.”

It was terrible to see, the Royal Chief-Executioner, the Royal Chief Justice, the Royal Deputy-Chief-Executioner and the Royal Deputy-Chief Justice were in agony. Soon everything was covered in hot steaming blood – apart from my very white cloak.

The Royal Assistant-Deputy-Chief-Executioners ran away. I walked to the side of the Execution Square to the big building with the big balcony – the big tribune – with my daughter and stared up at all the very important people all dressed in fancy dress.

The Royal Assistant-Deputy-King stood up and addressed me; he told me that he would personally come down and cut my head off; he waved a sword at me – probably not very sharp.

He came down very abruptly and quickly – the balcony crashed to the ground. I don't think that anyone survived – the Royal Kings-Protection Troop of soldiers under the balcony and the twenty-odd very important persons on the balcony.

The crowd roared with laughter – were they happy.

I grabbed my daughter and left the square. “We'll go to the airport, it's only two kilometres away.” A high-ranking officer, one of the Royal Kings-Protection-Generals tried to block the way. I told him to boil and he did.

Ever tried to board a plane without a ticket or a passport. Rather difficult. A few more generals boiled and we were let onto a plane. Where was it flying to? Who cares, as long as it's leaving this place.